I. Feel. AWFUL.
What a fucking way to go.
I took "my" bird out tonight for some fresh air. He briefly flew towards the crepe myrtle bush, and my heart briefly and joyously took flight at the idea that he would certainly be well enough to go free soon.
He landed next to the bird bath.
I stooped to pick him up.
A feral cat beat me to it.
Gone. Gone
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